Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

I'm currently working at painting and preparing a vacant bedroom as a spare bedroom (aka grandchildren's sleepover room😊😉💓) Two c...

When every blade-leaf-petal is dazzled with silver drops we who behold would be amiss not to pause, and praise God The Hand of Time is, in e...

My, my, but mortal is master of disaster, when lured by lust of the flesh, lust of the eye and pride of life!  (For everything in...

PAD Challenge day 23 : For today’s prompt, take the phrase “When (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase t...

Let the wind waft in soft kisses Let the sea-song wash our toes Though green pastureland embraces North-south-east-west ebb-an...

If we, without Awareness of this Great and Awesome thing Behold, and touch and taste the measure of daily living And laug...

  He who has clasped in aching want The emptiness of mortal best Has felt the Hand of God upon The door that leads to Heaven’...

When morning spills a startling chill From scarlet-satin skies And we observe a keener verve Within her restless eyes Whe...